Several terrifying energy shock waves exploded, and the waves of black and white vitality rushed in all directions. The surrounding magic mist rolled, and ripples were like giant waves surging into the distance.
The rotating round-headed hammer came to a standstill, and the twisted phantom outside was distorted, causing the pure purple double-sided ax and the three-headed dragon's dagger to slow down. Thanks to the golden whip of the Biyan Dragon King, they followed closely behind. Only then did the invisible force field shatter.
The magic weapons of the four people worked together to withstand the bombardment of the round-headed hammer. The two sides were in a stalemate, but it could be seen that the magic weapons of several pseudo-gods had a slight advantage and slowly pressed the huge magic weapon back.
On the other side, the ten-foot-long magic sword light wielded by the Black Wind Demon King himself first hit the shadow of the mountain peak in Zhenyue Huan. The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, then chopped it into pieces, and then the dim sword light hit Zhi Yuan's head. On the cassock.
This gold-rimmed cassock shone with dark golden light, and a huge Buddhist ten thousand words rose up. It exploded as soon as it appeared. Under the bright dark golden luster, the black sword light quickly faded.
The remaining sword light was blocked by a blue wooden shield that was shot out.
At this time, Lord Fire Spirit and others also noticed the black shadow that suddenly appeared behind them, but they were concentrating on dealing with the Black Wind Demon King in front of them and had no time to rescue him.
Fortunately, Wu Wenxuan had refined the Demon King's Armor in advance. His whole body was wrapped in a layer of purple-black scale armor, even his head. The pair of delicate black short axes were slashing on his shoulders, barely penetrating into the scales. .
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a ball of purple-black lightning-like energy surged out of the short ax on his shoulder, as if the Demon King's armor was nothing, passing directly through it and pouring into his body.
Then this demonic pseudo-god felt that every inch of flesh and blood in his body became extremely hot, and an explosive energy surged out from all parts of his body.
"No!"
Wu Wenxuan was horrified. The next moment, under the impact of this energy, his body turned into a ball of blood mist. The purple-black scaly armor collapsed inward, wrapping a one-foot-tall Nascent Soul.
But just when he was about to teleport, the surrounding air suddenly became tight, and endless power squeezed inward, directly interrupting it.
At the same time, a will that was several times stronger than the normal true devil's will attacked his soul. Fortunately, the efficacy of Wu Wenxuan's Yuanling Pill had not been lost, and his will was still refined and unaffected.
The magic marrow knife that he originally used to attack the Black Wind Demon King was recalled the moment he encountered a sneak attack. At this time, it happened to be rolled back. The powerful power of energy transformation was in the surrounding squeezing field. A small gap was created.
A black light flashed, and Wu Wenxuan, the Nascent Soul wrapped in purple-black scales, jumped into the magic mist in the distance and disappeared.
"This guy is quite alert."
The strong black-scaled demon body of Xue Wei Na stood directly in front of Wu Wenxuan at some point, with a bit of regret flashing in his eyes. If his Nascent Soul teleported towards other pseudo-gods, he would directly intercept him.
"The armor made from the demon king's flesh and blood still contains the remnants of my demonic energy. It is impossible for a mere pseudo-god to escape from the fog of nightmare. It is very easy to track."
Such thoughts flashed through Xueqi's mind. He held a pair of short axes and turned around to look at the remaining seven human monks with amusement in his eyes.
On the other side, the Black Wind Demon King ended this wave of explosions. He held a round-headed hammer and a black magic knife in his hands respectively. He looked at the panicked pseudo-god, licking his lips with his tongue, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
As for the slope in the distance, the low-level demons and the magic circle had been blasted to pieces by the Hunyuan Sword and the Diamond Circle, but the surrounding purple-black demonic mist was still rolling, showing no signs of fading.
When a group of pseudo-gods saw this scene, they still didn't understand that they had been deceived by the Black Wind Demon King. The magic circle on the slope had nothing to do with the surrounding fog.
The other party was guarding there, on the one hand, to attract their attention and focus their defense on the front and ignore the back. On the other hand, they wanted to take advantage of everyone's magic weapons to attack the magic circle, rush out in vain, and catch them off guard.
The eyes of several transformed gods were extremely solemn, and they had already readjusted their formation. The seven people's backs were tightly pressed together, with a circle of defensive magic weapons surrounding them, and attack magic weapons suspended above their heads.
They either stood with their hands behind their backs, or shrank their hands in their sleeves, secretly absorbing the best spiritual stones in the storage bracelets to replenish the slightly depleted real energy.
Lord Fire Spirit looked at the extremely strong black-scaled demons behind him and said in a deep voice: "We made a miscalculation. We didn't expect that it only takes two days for the peak demon general to break through to the demon king..."
When the Bloody Demon King heard these words, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action. Instead, he said with an arrogant expression: "The Demon King's breakthrough naturally took a long time, but what I have broken through is the realm of the Pseudo Demon Emperor, although the realm is equivalent to that of the Demon General. In the later stage, his combat power is not weaker than that of the Demon King."
Upon hearing the word "Demon Emperor", the faces of several pseudo-gods changed drastically, and there was even a hint of despair in their eyes.
According to the information they knew about the Demon Clan, the Demon Emperor is an alternative cultivation group among the Demon Clan, focusing on the cultivation of the physical body. Although the level is the same as that of the Demon King, its combat effectiveness is completely one step higher.
More importantly, the Demon Emperor can control the vitality of demon spirits at the same time, and his combat power in the world of immortality is much stronger than that of the Demon King.
The battlefield in ancient times, like the Broken Kingdom, was also filled with demonic energy. In that environment, even a strong human race in the middle stage of becoming a god would find it extremely difficult to fight against the Demon Emperor.
The Blood-Crying Demon King looked at the expressions of these human beings and laughed wildly: "Today I will let you weak human pseudo-gods see what terrifying magical powers the pseudo-demonic emperors of the same realm possess."
As he spoke, the twisted air around him collapsed inward, and wisps of purple-black lightning shot out between his muscles. The invisible power of his body merged with these lightnings, forming a purple-black light film on his scales.
The demonic mist behind him began to billow violently, and the rich demonic energy surged here. Not only that, the silver valley below was also affected, and the rich white spiritual energy surged out.
When he aroused the vitality of these demon spirits, he did not seem to have the intention of mobilizing the real demons. It was as if the control of these vitality had nothing to do with the power of will, and seemed to be driven by the purple-black light film on the body surface.
The two kinds of energy came together and merged on the two short axes in a special way, forming two purple-black ax blades several feet thick, with a terrifying aura of destruction churning inside.
The Black Wind Demon King sensed this wave, and a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes. With a shake of his arm, he also aroused the demonic energy of the demonic mist behind him. The round-headed iron hammer and the black magic knife lit up with a deep black light.
A Demon King and a Pseudo Demon Emperor rushed forward one after another. They held weapons in both hands and waved them with their powerful bodies. The four magic weapons turned into afterimages of vitality and blasted into the crowd of pseudo-gods. On the defensive magic weapon.
"Boom boom boom..."
Although the power of the two demons was astonishing, there were seven of them including Lord Fire Spirit. With all their strength in defense, they could barely block it. However, facing the continuous attacks of the demons holding magic weapons one after another, no one could do anything. No need to use real energy.
After switching from offense to defense, the situation on both sides was completely reversed, and they turned into demons to consume the true energy of the human race's pseudo-gods.
Although Lord Fire Spirit and others knew the Demon King's fighting method from the classics, when faced with it, they could not adapt to such a fast attack rhythm, and their true energy was consumed rapidly.
And because Xuewei, the pseudo-devil emperor, mobilized the vitality of heaven and earth, the blue light ball in the silver valley squeezed outward at a faster speed, and the next demon king would soon cross over...
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In the magic mist, Wu Wenxuan's one-foot-tall little Nascent Soul was covered in miniature purple-black scale armor. He held the magic marrow knife in his small hand and flew away cautiously, his consciousness checking back from time to time.
Even if the effect of the Yuanling Pill has not disappeared, his spiritual consciousness cannot probe too far in this strange mist, and can only barely stay clear and not fall into the nightmare fantasy.
"There are actually two demon kings, and the third one is about to be teleported. The space seal will definitely not be preserved. It is better to escape first and save your life."
Wu Wenxuan was still a little frightened at this time. Although he knew that the Demon King had a certain degree of restraint against the demon cultivators, he did not expect it to be so obvious. Not only did the opponent's energy attack directly penetrate the defense, but the power of his will completely crushed him.
If it weren't for the effectiveness of the Yuanling Pill, which allowed him to resist the opponent's true demonic intentions, he might not have been able to escape.
"Fortunately, I saved a hand."
Wu Wenxuan was thinking in his mind while sensing the marks he had left before.
Unlike other pseudo-gods, he can control demonic energy, so every time he passes through a space crack in the demonic mist, he secretly leaves a mark. Following these marks, you should be able to find the route you took.
With these senses and the clarity of his consciousness, Wu Wenxuan's little Nascent Soul was not slow, and it didn't take long to reach outside the space crack marked at the beginning, but it was still within the scope of the magic mist.
"These weird fogs spread outwards. This is where we first came, and beyond that is the area where the fog has newly spread in the past two days. We can only slowly calculate it."
But just as Wu Wenxuan's Yuan Ying's little hand was pinching the spell, he suddenly found a firm and unyielding will, probing from the outside.
"Whose will is this?"
Wu Wenxuan was startled, and his consciousness surged. Just as he was about to make contact with it, he felt an invisible force even more terrifying than the Demon King just squeezed in, binding him to the spot. The power was so terrifying that even his The purple demon king's armor outside his body made a creaking sound.
"Hey, isn't this Wu Wenxuan? Why is there only Nascent Soul left?" A burly man in black attire walked slowly from the purple-black mist in front and said in a loud voice.
After Wu Wenxuan saw this man's face clearly, he shouted in panic: "Pavilion Master Lu!"
